Zhao Yun ignored the dry mountains, put in pieces of iron materials, and tempered them in an orderly manner.
He has thunder, why not refine the iron chain to its essence?
As for the proportional distribution and the fusion of iron juice, Kushan can do it, can he not do it? Moreover, he will do it more perfectly. The weapon refining skills taught by the Moon God are not just for show. If you want to defeat me based on experience, I'm afraid
The thought is too beautiful.
"So many pretty girls."
Moon God woke up and was stretching.
"Um."
Zhao Yun said softly, and when he was done, he stuffed a rag into his mouth. Today was a big event, and he couldn't let the Moon God be blind. He wanted to lose face.
Or does he understand Luna.
He had to move quickly enough, otherwise, the scene would be very lively.
"What's the point of stuffing a rag into your mouth?"
"I've just calculated it with my fingers. It should be the rule of his weapon-refining lineage."
"Is there such a rule?"
The sighs came one after another, but Zhao Yun didn't know what he meant. Even the dry mountain on the opposite side raised his eyebrows. In that little true spiritual realm, everything was not normal.
Buzz!
Amid the discussion, Zhao Yun also began to merge.
"You can still raise your bet."
The most restless person is Dry Mountain opposite. He knows which step is the most difficult in refining a weapon and cannot tolerate any distraction. And he, in name only, is chatting, but in fact, he is disturbing Zhao Yun's state of mind. If he is not careful, he will get the wrong proportions.
, his level has been greatly reduced. As for him, he is familiar with the road and can be distracted even in extremely difficult steps. All these years of refining weapons are not in vain.
Now this is just a child's play.
"Senior's wealth has been blocked, so what else can I gamble on?"
Zhao Yun took the rag and returned it casually. Besides, he often did multitasking, not to mention chatting. Even if he scolded his mother, he would not be timid.
"My weapon refining skills." Kushan smiled faintly.
"I don't want your weapon refining skills, just listen to the junior's orders for ten years." Zhao Yun said with a smile, "If the senior wins, the junior's ten years will belong to the senior."
"Boy, you have so much courage."
"It's rare for seniors to come to Forget the Ancient City. I have to let seniors enjoy themselves, right?" Zhao Yun said with a smile, but there was a sneer in his heart. This is what you rushed up to, but you can't blame me.
"I agreed."
Ku Shan smiled playfully, he was at the top of Xuanyang, he had no reason to lose, and he was not afraid of Zhao Yun. Ten years was equivalent to having one more free labor force.
"Free labor in the Xuanyang Realm."
Otherwise, they are all experts in weapon refining. What Kushan thinks is what Zhao Yun thinks. They really want to go together. If a Xuanyang realm weapon refiner is allowed to use the Zhao family's arsenal, it will last for ten years.
The money earned is also very considerable.
"These two, the more you gamble, the bigger they get!"
The spectators clicked their tongues, as if they had overwhelmed the off-site betting!
"Tell me, what should I do if that guy cheats?"
The fat old man stroked his beard and said something meaningful.
"What can we do? Let's talk about our ideals!"
Zhuge Xuandao is really knowledgeable. He is holding an iron sword and wiping it, and sometimes he breathes a sigh of relief. When he is done, he continues wiping it with a rag.
Well...!
Zhao Yun groaned and turned pale.
In fact, this is acting.
Without superb acting skills, wherever you can catch a big fish, Dry Mountain is the big fish.
Wait!
That guy is unwilling to be lonely and will continue to raise bets.
"Zhao Yun is afraid that he won't be able to hold on any longer."
"That's right, he is only in the True Spirit Realm, and refining weapons consumes a lot of mental energy."
"Whether we can carry it to the end is still unknown."
The illusion created by someone possessed by an opera spirit deceived many spectators. It was also because of his excellent acting skills that no one who watched it would think that he had reached his limit.
In this situation, it is very likely that the weapon refining will fail.
This is the situation he wants, to catch big fish! The drama will also keep up.
"You can still raise your bet."
Unwilling to be lonely, Dry Mountain smiled again, and he could see Zhao Yun's struggling expression. That little martial artist couldn't hold on anymore, so he had to work harder. From the outside, it looked like he was going to beat Zhao Yun up.
So helpless to stand up!
It's been blocked for ten years, why are you still here?
If you gamble again, you are gambling on your life!
"It seems that senior really doesn't want to leave." Zhao Yun smiled tiredly.
"What, are you scared?"
"If you want to bet so much, then let's make a fixed price: your life and mine."
"I agreed."
hiss!
The sound of gasps filled the whole place.
It’s really a gamble!
What two crazy people.
It was originally a competition between the Zhao and Liu families, but now, Ku Shan seems to be a bit on top. For those of you who don’t know, you thought he and Zhao Yun had a blood feud? A good weapon-refining duel, you really have to see blood before you agree.
The end?
At this moment, even Yang Xiong clicked his tongue.
Ku Shan is so courageous and a disciple of the royal family, he is also a man!
"Out of the oven."
But upon hearing Kushan's loud shout, the furnace suddenly disappeared.
Then, there was the buzz of a knife.
What he forged was a golden sword. The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the sword's glow seemed to be looming. The bright golden light showed its domineering power. Just looking at the appearance, it was enough to intimidate people.
"Good knife."
The purple-haired child yelled, not to mention Dry Mountain, the sword he refined was indeed of a high quality. A weapon refiner who has been famous for decades is indeed not a fake. If he carries that sword to kill people, it will probably be better than cutting.
Watermelon is easier.
"Good knife."
"For being able to use low-level materials to make a sword of this level, Master Kushan is truly worthy of his reputation. Look at the body of the sword and the radiance of the sword. He is so domineering!"
"You're right to bet on him."
There was a roar of applause at the scene, and there were many people who knew the product. Some people had already thought to themselves that after the comparison, they bought the knife. It was much better than what was sold on the market.
"Barely enough to see."
Yang Xiong stroked his beard. The sword was a good one, but he didn't like it. He wanted to see the weapons forged by Zhao Yun. He was so confident that the weapons must be good.
It's not over yet.
The iron juice has melted into the weapon, and it still needs to be polished.
Pound! Pound! Pound!
This is also a technical job, but Dry Mountain is very good at it. The animal fire has become a hammer. The illusory hammer is transformed by the flame, and it strikes the golden knife again and again.
As you get older, you become more energetic.
Mainly because there was a bet, and after this competition, he would gain a lot. The more he thought about it, the more energetic he became, and the flaming hammer struck more rhythmically, pound for pound. He just wanted to practice well as soon as possible and compete as soon as possible, and then,
Just sit down and collect the spoils.
Zheng!
With a clanging sound, Zhao Yun's stove also dispersed.
It's a black sword.
When his weapon came out, there was no big movement, everything was dull, except for the sound of the sword, there was nothing else, and there was not even the sword light and sword energy. No matter who looked at it, it was just a half-finished product, and it was very
It's clumsy.
"That's it?"
"A True Spirit Realm weapon refiner is only good at this."
“It doesn’t look very good!”
"You said that they chose the same materials. Why is it that the sword made by Kushan is golden, but the sword made by Zhao Yun is black? What is the reason?"
"The proportions of the materials are different, and the colors are different."
"That's not important. What's important is that Zhao Yun is going to lose and is waiting to collect the money."
"I had known about Oshikuyama."
Most of the spectators have stood up. The two weapon refiners dueling have already forged weapons. One sword and the other are in sharp contrast. One is shining with golden light, while the other is dark. Anyone who has no brain damage will know which one is weaker and which one is stronger.
.
"I look up to you."
Kushan's eyes were full of contempt and he was too lazy to look at the black sword. It looked so ugly. How could it compare with his golden sword? This was a really good weapon.
"Stable."
Liu Cangkong smiled and stroked his beard. There was a duel in refining weapons. The Zhao family's weapons shop, 300,000 taels of silver, plus thunder... all the bets belonged to the Liu family. He was thinking about going to the Zhao family to pull the weapons.
When we have enough money, we should send some carriages!
"Energy and restrained?"
The fat old man muttered and looked at Zhao Yun's black sword. He looked at it again and again. There was nothing surprising about it. It was just an ordinary sword, and it was very black.
"Kushan is going to lose,"
Zhuge Xuandao's words were serious and serious. You don't need to look at the sword, just look at Zhao Yun's expression. From the beginning to the end, the guy was as calm as water, and there was no trace of panic. He knew the young master of the Zhao family.
It is difficult to know the yin and yang of a moving mountain. The disciples taught by Hongyuan, like his master, already have a certain temperament that is the best in the world. He can see clearly.
Pound! Pound!
Zhao Yun was also polishing weapons, but he was holding a thunder hammer. He struck it again and again, and the crisp sound was still very pleasant.
Just because it looks ugly doesn't mean the sword is also poor.
Those who are ignorant will not realize that this sword is mysterious and very confusing.
"His sword doesn't need to be polished!"
"I don't like hearing what you are saying. I haven't even compared yet, so I can tell the number."
"If he wins, I will stand on my head and eat shit."
He is still that talented person who always says something like this every time there is a big scene. I have said this line so many times that I don’t think much of Zhao Yun at all.
"Stand on your head and eat shit."
Zhuge Xuandao put his hands on his hands, the fat old man stroked his beard, and even Old Xuankong and Yang Xiong had meaningful expressions on their faces. They were all imagining the scene with their imaginations wide open.
I don’t know when the pounding sound disappeared.
Dry Mountain was the first to finish, with a golden sword and golden light shining everywhere.
Then came Zhao Yun.
Compared to the golden sword, his black sword is inferior and lacks any brilliance.
"You don't know what you can do."
Ku Shan said with a faint smile, but did not even look at Zhao Yun when he arrived.
boom!
Amidst the noise, a burly man stepped onto the battlefield. His arms were bare, and his muscles were like an earthworm. He showed his explosive power. It was obvious at a glance that he specialized in the physical body. He slapped him, and there were probably not many at the same level.
I can personally bear it.
"Can't bear it."
Zhao Yun took the first look and said this in his heart.
They are both in the true spiritual realm.
He was barely able to compete with this guy.
"You two, I still have something to say."
The burly man spoke with a rough voice.
"If there are no requirements, let's start with the weapons comparison."
"Easy to say."
Ku Shan threw the golden knife at will.
"Easy to say."
Zhao Yun also casually threw his sword.
Zheng! Buzz!
The sturdy man raised his hand and took the golden sword from Dry Mountain. When he was about to receive Zhao Yun's sword, he must have misjudged the weight and failed to catch it properly, causing him to stumble.
"What a heavy sword."
The burly man was surprised. From the outside, the black sword seemed light, but when he held it in his hand, he realized that this seemingly light sword was actually heavier than expected.
"Hurry up."
Many people couldn't bear the urging and were waiting for the cashier.
"The sound of your sword breaking must be wonderful." Koshan smiled playfully.
"That knife of yours is very beautiful."
After Zhao Yun finished speaking, he blocked his mouth again.
Indeed, the golden knife looked dazzling, but it was only dazzling.
boom!
The sturdy man stood firm, holding a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, which would cause the two weapons to collide. Naturally, the real energy cannot be used. This is the rule of the weapons competition. With so many people watching, cheating is obviously impossible. He
There is no need to cheat. The city lord said before coming here that it must be fair, absolutely fair.
Zheng! Buzz!
Under the gaze of everyone, the sturdy man raised his hand and used his sword to cut the sword, and also used the sword to cut the sword. Whoever made the weapon better will know after touching each other.
Pound! Click!
The sound of metal colliding was very crisp, but the clicking sound was even more harsh.